"The Gypsy Rover"
(Black Jack Davey, Gypsy Davy, The Whistling Gypsy)
unknown, Gmaj, .
| FF Type | Tune Type | Var ABC file | FF ABC file | FF .ly file |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Standards | singalong |
|
|
|
| Orig | History | VarABCs | FF_ABC | FF_Lilypond | FF_Snippet |
|---|
Playing or Personal Notes:
No personal notes.
History
From Wikipedia;
The Whistling Gypsy, sometimes known simply as The Gypsy Rover, is a well-known ballad copyrighted by Dublin songwriter, Leo Maguire in about 1950 . Though often alleged to be an imitation of folk song, notably of "The Raggle Taggle Gypsy," versions of this variant that are nearly identical to Maguire's supposed composition appeared in print in 1919, 1927, 1935, and 1937. [1] Dorothy Scarborough's 1937 book A Song Catcher In Southern Mountains: American Folk Songs of British Ancestry includes a version that includes most of the same words that Maguire claimed to have written, including the "ah-dee-do" chorus that appears only in this version of the gypsy/lady tale.[2]
For a great discussion on this, as well as general copyrights in trad/folk music, see; http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=10547
The Whistling Gyspy Rover A gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady. He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. She left her father's castle gate. She left her own fine lover. She left her servants and her state To follow her gypsy rover. She left behind her velvet gown And shoes of Spanish leather They whistled and they sang 'till the green woods rang As they rode off together Last night, she slept on a goose feather bed With silken sheets for cover Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground Beside her gyspy lover Her father saddled up his fastest stead And roamed the valley all over. Sought his daughter at great speed And the whistlin' gypsy rover. He came at last to a mansion fine Down by the river Claydee. And there was music and there was wine For the gypsy and his lady. "Have you forsaken your house and home? Have you forsaken your baby? Have you forsaken your husband dear For a whistling gypsy rover?" "He is no gypsy, my Father," she cried "but Lord of these lands all over. And I shall stay 'til my dying day with my whistlin' gypsy rover."
Here's a website that claims it is a "Childe Ballad", and gives some alternative lyrics; http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Gypsy_Rover.shtml
On the Web:
| the Session | Wikipedia |
|---|
